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The Fratellis - Getting Surreal - аккорды и текст, видео

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Getting Surreal
The Fratellis
Getting Surreal
The Fratellis (from "Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied")

Tempo is a slow 4.

| A | A | A | A . G D | A | A . G D | A | A . G D |
                  (band in)

           A                    F
Well, everybody knows when, ah, tell me again
A                            F
Fatten up the pig and, baby, let's pretend 
     A                           F
That I can see the joke at the beginnin' or the end
E                              F                 G
Let me know the secret, honey, then I'll be your best friend
A               F
Alakazam, Kalakazoo, Salaam
A                                F
Meet me in the jungle where they never give a damn
        A                             F
If your clothes don't fit, or if your marriage is a sham
     E                          F           G
They never weigh a woman by the kilo or the gram

C                            F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C                                 Bb         F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C                  F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb       F             G#         Bb   | C | C |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal

      A                           F
Well, written in the stars is the great big lie
         A                          F
That you never get to see until the minute that you die
       A                               F
By the time you get to heaven you're a whole 'nother guy
     E                           F           G
It's maybe just as well that you never had a third eye
A                       F
Little pig, little pig, lock your door
A                              F
Take the gun from the wall and even up the score
      A                         F
Well, I don't even know who the sun shines for
    E                      F           G
And I don't believe what I believe any more

C                            F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C                                 Bb         F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C                  F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb       F             G#         Bb   
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
C                     F
Hollywood death smile flash me a grin
         C                            Bb         F
Laughin' gas don't cut it when you're rotten within 
C                  F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb       F             G#         Bb   | C | C |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal

Bridge: 
| C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . | C | Bb . C . |

| C Bb F Bb | C | C Bb F Bb | C |

           nc
Well, it's hotdog logic in a grapefruit time

Flutter your eyelids and, honey, you'll be fine

Throw me your sins and I'll keep 'em with mine
                                      F           G
You got a headful of stone and that's somethin' divine
A                       F
Get a little head rush, swallow a fly
A                         F
Cut off your memories and hang them out to dry
         A                            F
It was a beautiful noise but now it's tumbling by
      E                           F            G
Well, I was never here, there was never you or I

C                            F
If you got to make it, baby, make it real
C                                 Bb         F
Get up of your knees and tell me, how do you feel?
C                  F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb       F             G#         Bb   
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal
C                     F
Hollywood death smile flash me a grin
         C                            Bb         F
Laughin' gas don't cut it when you're rotten within 
C                  F
Nothin' untrue can ever be revealed
Bb       F             G#         Bb   | C | C . Bb F |
Cover my eyes, this is gettin' surreal

| C | C . Bb F | C | C . Bb F | C | C . Bb F | C  |


Charted by Dexex

I write chord charts for my own use as a rhythm guitarist. I don't 
claim they are the "right" way. They're not intended to be taken 
as tabs - which notate exactly how a song was played on a recording.
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